For hours cartman stared at the picture noticing small details such as people represented by small gray blobs, in what looked like to be a town square, with another grey blob on a podium of wood or rock. He thought that 3 buildings may have actually been on fire, as he could see little red and orange strings flowing violentley out of windows. Browsing even harder he saw a lone figure in the desert under the shadow of a mesa. Strange, thought Cartman as he looked closer but could find no evidence of what the figure was doing. Taking his attention off the painting he looked to the left, seeing a book case he crawled over to it. His arms and fingers burned as they hit the floor when he stopped moving. Wincing he looked at the dark red case, it was like the others filled to the breaking point of books. The books at writing he couldn’t understand, possibly french he wondered. Though he did notice one book titled ‘The Art” He took it out of its crested postion and flipped through the pages. For some reason all the pages seemed to be blotched out in black ink. Another odd thing after another thought Cartman as he flipped through other books with the same results.
Day turned to night as Cartman flipped throught the endless pages of books looking for something explaining the old man. He could find none crawling over to the floor he felt a breeze and could here crickets chirping. It,s night thought Cartman, the man must be asleep its time for me to get out of here.

Using his elbows and the bookcase behind him to get up Cartman limped over to the bone. He tied it on his right leg, which he felt the pain in, with his shoelaces. He looked up at the door and hedead to it. Of course it was locked, thought Cartman as the lock was being picked. When he opened the door no one was around, he stoped for a second as he had seen a small light in the room across him. He had to get out though, so Cartman winced and “ran” to a window that was open. Through the reflection he could see another light go up behind him. Cartman dropped his mouth and tried to push the window higher but the man was already there.

“I can tell your trying to tell me something, and I think you are right. What I was going to do tonight would not be the right way to finish you off! How thoughtfull, now please go back in the room before you ruin yet antoher surprise!” The man smiled again and pushed Cartman into the room, Cartman shouted in pain, and the man shut the door.

Again Cartman awoke The man standing over him again, with the brass bone. The man walked behind Cartman and gave one solid wack on the leg, spirling pain up Cartmans side. Cartman yelled yet again in pain, the man obviously pleased placed the bone back in its rightfull spot and sat back in his chair. Holding his arm out he wiped sweat from his forehead onto the floor. Cartman did notice the mans mood had shifted from happy to seemingly seriousness.

“Cartman im sure you are wondering,” The man said, lowering his eyes to a glare. “What this picture behind me is all about!” His face again lightend up, as he turned in the chair and pointed to the large picture behind him. “Let me tell you the story to pass the time, after all you don’t have much time anymore, may as well make it enjoyable!” Cartmans eyes hardley moved as the mans lipped opened and began to speak. “You see Cartman I moved to a little town in New Mexico when I was twenty three, my bags were packed and I was ready to start a good life in the small town. After the first few days when I introduced myself to the local populance I, with my great thinking ,went to preacher Davidstien, he was a great god faring fellow allways doing the “right” thing. He sugested that I should go on a hunting trip that was happening the next day. Taking his advice I signed up and was on my way the following afternoon. As we passed inbetween the two large mesas I could notice a few eyes looking down upon me from atop of one. I asked a man who was on top of it he said I must have been imagining it as noone could get on top of one, besides what would be the purpose. The purpose of course would come clear to me later on, anywho don’t worry about it Cartman for we have much to go over! We rode our horses for a few hours no other signs of civilized life could be found. Once the sun became blotched out with the dust the horses were spewing, we got to a large tree. How odd I thought this was a gigantic tree in the middle of a desert, none of the bushes throughout the whole empty landscape could hope to compare to the size of the thing! It wasn’t even dead, infact it looked as healty as a hyper hippo. A few more hours passed as we waited under the braches of the tree, untill a hare come hopping along, it was quickly shot and bagged for a prize. About 13 more hares came and went before the oddest thing I have seen came along. That’s right Cartman you would neve have guessed, a water buffalo! How strange it was not only was there a large tree in the middle of a desert there was also a water buffolo with not even one drop of water around!
I did not stand idle though, picking up my gun I went for the win! Before the others in the group I was able to get off a whole clip of shots more than enough to finish off the beast! I walked over to it and stared at is loonley eyes. How exciting I thought to myself, what an exuburating excperience. The shot of the gun was mere dirt, compared to the crackling thunder of bullet hitting and burrowing into flesh. The whine of the fallin buffalo only made me more proud as the large thing hit the floor.

When cartman awoke the man was stanind over him brething loudly, with a brass mock bone. It has stanied blood at one end, and was rusting. The man noticed Cartman was up, he smiled and walked over to his chair placing the bone in his hand on a holder on the shelf to his right. Cartman eyed the bone for a while with disgust before the man started to talk. The man’s smile turned to a grin,”don’t bother reaching for it, your arms are broken. Trust me, im a doctor.”
Cratman noticed the man was right, his arm was stinging with pain. “ Now that your up, we might as well continue our wonderfull conversation we were having before!” Cartmans face acted as if a tidal wave of confusion hit, he tried to talk but no words could come out. “now then Cartman, tell me have you ever killed?”

Now shock hit his face mixing with the confusion. “have I, of course not why would I kill something?”

“oh, your saying you have never crushed a ant beneath your heels, or a spider. Its all the same, you see.”

“whats all the same?”

“killing, or as you may say, murder. Find someone random that’s what I say, no reason to be tied down with the burden of guilt. Just like an ant, simply stamp it out! Though of course you have to make some fun out of it, just simply pulling out a gun is no fun, why not some strange never thought of kill! Make it interesting, how should I finish him off this time! You see, it can be fun to not that dreary murder you may think of. Real murder is fun and exciting, it should give you some reason to get up in the morning! But of course you would know nothing of that or do you, I must ask again have you ever killed anything, or even thought of it?” The man put his hand on his chin and continued to smile.

Cartman was shocked he could not belive what he heard. All he could muster was a “no.”

“Not even once, not even a thought?”

“Never you insane man.” Cartman managed to say, he knew that he was wrong. He had imagined what it would be like, but who hasent, is it not normal nature to wonder about the
un-known? Cartman still said nothing to try to stem this conversation.

The man started to laugh. “really! Cartman my dear old boy, I am no fool! To say no to such a question is to admit you have gone against human imagination, if not human nature! Cartman no reason to pretend it never happened, just say it out loud like I do! Of course you think that to admit such a thing is to be sick and twisted! I say no to such dastardly assumptions! It is not so, it is great! Prove you are no long a child, and step into the relm of men! Explore, no longer question what you do, instead take the route you took head on and with no remorse! ”

Cartman was struck down by the stateman made by the man. He looked around examining the room while the man was laughing. He could see the room in detail, as it was now fully lit. It was a hexagonal room, all of its sides were lined with book casses filled to the brim with books seemingly to be hundreds of years old. On top of the brown and well kept book cases were deisplay stands and cases filled with native american objetcs and pictures. Though the wall were gray he did notice a large picture of a desert with a few distant houses, behind were the man was sitting. The only door and way out of the room was to the right of the picture it was a nice red wodden door with a painting of a tiger up and down it. Cartman himself was on the floor in the middle of the room on a long multi colored woven carpet.

“who are you?” Cartman asked in a feeverish tone

“who am i? I will tell you who I am. Or will I? You see it doesn’t matter who I am because you’ll never be getting out of here Cartman. Thus there is no reason to know who I am! I bet you all ready figured it out, but incase you havent noticed its now out there, wash it around in your brain some and make sure you get it! Will you die, of course! But how, that is still to be deicided will it be soon no, and you will wait and wait, but it will come I assure you it will come! Now don’t cry my dear boy, it will be fun, it will be grand!” The man was laughing again, his fat rolling around him like sludge. On the floor was Cartman starring in utter fear at the mad man before him.
The man still lauging got up and went to the door turned around and laughed ”good day to you sir, make sure you don’t brake anything before I see you tommorrow!” With that he left, and cartman could here the chink of the door being locked behind him.

On the floor lay Cartman his scared face turned to saddness as hes started toweap, the sweat ran down his fore head bondong with the tears running out of his eyes. His eyes looked down from the door and looked at the carpet, what was he to do? His legs were useless he couldn’t out run anything, maybe he could pick the lock to the door when the man was asleep! Cartman made a weak smile as he thought of it. He could escape during the night when the man was asleep using the brass mock bone as support for a leg he could possibly get out with his life. Nothing to do but wait, he used his elbows to move himself in front of the door and looked at the big picture more closley. It had a nice red frame, it was deffinatley in a desert. Small bushes littered the lanscape in neat rows while, on a bottom of a hill a small village of white houses with orange roofs could be seen. Behind the hill were 2 tall dark red mesas looking like castles in the otherwise empty landscape towering above the village.

The burglar picked the lock on the front door, carefully taking off the lock and laying it in his pocket he opened the large scarlet doors. Turned on his flash light and crept into a nearby room he noticed a fancy piece of silver wear walked over to it placed it in his small bag and continued on, a light from the door turned on. The burglar looked up nervous, and grabbed a handful of silverware placed it in his grey bag and ran to the door. He reached for the handle but could not make it, as he was suddenly hit with a hard object from him.

The burglar awoke on the floor 6 hours later; he had an unbearable pain in both of his legs, Lifting his legs he fell back to the floor grimacing as he hit the concrete beneath him. He finally looked up, and saw a short fat man wearing a dark green bathrobe and smoking a freshly lit cigar. The mans hair looked as if it were torn out by a cat on steroids, and his fat looked as if it had previously been melting. A large crimson wooden chair was behind the man, taking the cigar out of his mouth, he spoke.
“Don’t bother to get up, your legs are broken, trust me, I’m a doctor.” Smiling, he put the cigar in his mouth again, and sat on the chair. Crossing his legs he took out a small paper from a pocket in his robe, and crumpled it into a ball. He took the cigar out again and threw the crumpled paper into a corner of the room they were in.
“Now” He said smiling “When I heard you making a mess in my kitchen I thought about calling the fuzz, but then I realized, why should I hand over something that I found, and ruin my week? You can stay with me until you get all better, or I you can go to jail. Which do you prefer?”

“Ill stay with you for sure”, said the burglar, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

“Okay then, if you are to be living in my basement what’s your name?” The man looked at his cigar, and threw it on the ground.

“My name is Cartman” the Burglar replied, “what’s yours?”

“It doesn’t matter what my name is Cartman, do you mind telling me how old you are?”

“Why did I have to give you my name if it didn’t matter?” asked Cartman.

“I never said you had to give me your name, now then how old are you?”

“I don’t feel like answering”

“That’s fine, but of course I’ll kill you if you don’t answer me. “

Cartman raised his eyebrows and flinched as if he had just been head butted by Zinedine Zidane. “I thought you said It didn’t matter” He slurred.

“It dosent, atleast it dosent matter for me” said the the man as a smile spread across his face.”now, how old are you?”

“twenty five” answered Cartman

“No need to lie Cartman, how old are you really?”

“Twenty five”

“I beg to differ, your wallet says otherwise” The fat man pulled out cartmans plain brown wallet and dropped infront of cartmans nose. “Why would you lie Cartman? There is no need, for why is there need for you to loose my trust?” The man grinned again spreading his arms wide, “there is none, now how old are you really?”

“Twenty eight”

“Now that’s better, let us continue” Cartmans eyes were searching frantically for a way out a window door, something.; He found a grey door that blended a,lmost perfecttley with the rest of the dull grey room. “look at the door all you want your not getting out of here Cartman. You made a choice and you chose to stay here, and stay is what you will do.” The man frowned and looked at his watch “ it is getting late, a final question, why did you come into my house?”

Cartman started to sweat heavily and looked around for some way of salvation, as expected there was none. Cartman was just about to speak when the man interupted him.

“If you ask me Cartman, I say you had nothing better to do but mother little o’l me. Why you went for me, and not somebody else I do not know, but I can say that it was very rude. I was sitting by reading a book when I heard you come into my house and began rumaging through it. As you can imagine it made me very upset. I just about had it with you touching all my silver ware, purposly making noise to annoy me. Why couldn’t you just be quite and be on your way? I thought as I put down my book, If he ruined my day why not return the favor.” By this time the man was smiling “So here is were you will stay till I finish my book. Unfortuantley for you the little stunt you pulled before really made me not want to read right now.” The man got up and walked gingerly to the door, turned around winked and left the room.

while i do not think this could ever rival poe and his writings, i am going after a feel similar to his, which means CREEPY!and it has to have a crazy guy.

Though this is actually going to be an attempt at buffing up my writing in terms of detail.
So it should be longer, includes more than 2 lines of talking, and should be a good read.
here is what i got so far:
---------------------------------------------------The burglar picked the lock on the front door, carefully taking off the lock and laying it in his pocket he opened the large scarlet doors. Turned on his flash light and crept into a nearby room he noticed a fancy piece of silver wear walked over to it placed it in his small bag and continued on, a light from the door turned on. The burglar looked up nervous, and grabbed a handful of silverware placed it in his grey bag and ran to the door. He reached for the handle but could not make it, as he was suddenly hit with a hard object from him.

The burglar awoke on the floor 6 hours later; he had an unbearable pain in both of his legs, Lifting his legs he fell back to the floor grimacing as he hit the concrete beneath him. He finally looked up, and saw a short fat man wearing a dark green bathrobe and smoking a freshly lit cigar. The mans hair looked as if it were torn out by a cat on steroids, and his fat looked as if it had previously been melting. A large crimson wooden chair was behind the man, taking the cigar out of his mouth, he spoke.
“Don’t bother to get up, your legs are broken, trust me, I’m a doctor.” Smiling, he put the cigar in his mouth again, and sat on the chair. Crossing his legs he took out a small paper from a pocket in his robe, and crumpled it into a ball. He took the cigar out again and threw the crumpled paper into a corner of the room they were in.
“Now” He said smiling “When I heard you making a mess in my kitchen I thought about calling the fuzz, but then I realized, why should I hand over something that I found, and ruin my week? You can stay with me until you get all better, or I you can go to jail. Which do you prefer?”

“Ill stay with you for sure”, said the burglar, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

“Okay then, if you are to be living in my basement what’s your name?” The man looked at his cigar, and threw it on the ground.

“My name is Cartman” the Burglar replied, “what’s yours?”

“It doesn’t matter what my name is Cartman, do you mind telling me how old you are?”

“Why did I have to give you my name if it didn’t matter?” asked Cartman.

“I never said you had to give me your name, now then how old are you?”

“I don’t fell like answering”

“That’s fine, but of course I’ll kill you if you don’t answer me. “

Cartman raised his eyebrows and flinched as if he had just been head butted by Zinedine Zidane. “I thought you said It didn’t matter” He slurred.

“It dosent, atleast it dosent matter for me” said the the man as a smile spread across his face.”now, how old are you?”

“twenty five” answered Cartman

“No need to lie Cartman, how old are you really?”

“Twenty five”

“I beg to differ, your wallet says otherwise” The fat man pulled out cartmans plain brown wallet and dropped infront of cartmans nose. “Why would you lie Cartman? There is no need, for why is there need for you to loose my trust?” The man grinned again spreading his arms wide, “there is none, now how old are you really?”

“Twenty eight”

“Now that’s better, let us continue” Cartmans eyes were searching frantically for a way out a window door, something.; He found a grey door that blended a,lmost perfecttley with the rest of the dull grey room. “look at the door all you want your not getting out of here Cartman. You made a choice and you chose to stay here, and stay is what you will do.”